quinaultimate
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My husband and I (both male) have been together for over 20 years. We were each other’s first…well, everything, and we have been monogamous the entire time. About five years ago, he began having regrets regarding his lack of relationships. He felt like he missed out on having “normal” teenage/20s experiences (true) and wanted to open up the relationship so he could do some exploring. I agreed, because I understood his reasoning and wasn’t concerned he would dump me for someone else.
Things were OK, for a while. He would be gone maybe one weekend a month, which was fine with me because I am an introvert and liked spending the occasional time alone. But he quickly discovered that he wasn’t into casual relationships and started seeing only one person. I considered this to be a real stretch of our original agreement because we never discussed getting romantically involved. But I knew he didn’t plan things to turn out this way so I didn’t fault him for it.
To make a long story short, their relationship continued to escalate over three years to the point where I no longer feel like we are even married anymore. I am always coming in second. For example, this year is the *third* year in a row I am spending both Thanksgiving and Christmas home alone, taking care of dogs, while Husband and Meta spend the holidays with Meta’s family. I wasn’t asked this, I was told.
This is my #1 most hated thing about our relationship — I am the dirty little secret. To all of Meta’s friends and family, Meta and Husband are a couple and I do not exist. I wouldn’t mind this too much if this was parallel poly, but Husband very much wants us to be kitchen table and eventually all move in together. That’s the crux of the problem, really…when the two of them are together, it’s parallel, but when Husband and I are together, it’s kitchen table. Meta is welcome to tag along whenever he wants on “our” weekends, but under no circumstances am I allowed to participate in “their” weekends. I keep telling my husband it’s the three of us or the two of you, there is no two of us anymore. But it’s been three years and nothing changes despite his assurances that he’s “working on it” (whatever that means).
I’ve read enough of these forums to realize that at least some of you would recommend ending our relationship. A big part of me desperately wants to because I feel like I’m nothing more than a paycheck and a dog sitter. I feel like background noise — my husband would notice if I wasn’t there, but at the same time pays no attention to me. But my husband was diagnosed with cancer and is undergoing chemo/radiation right now. It’s not life threatening at this point, but it’s serious enough to warrant surgery later this year. And I just can’t be the asshole who leaves his husband in the middle of cancer treatment.
So I’m trapped. And any time I tell my husband how I am feeling, he responds with either anger or a dismissive “not this shit again” attitude. When I speak to him, he doesn’t listen, he counterattacks. Even though I am very careful to frame it as “I feel…” instead of “you did…”, he has this attitude like I criticized him so now he gets to criticize me back. For example, he forgot about date night one week and instead of a simple “I’m sorry”, I got a lecture about how I was expecting him to be perfect and that was unreasonable and by the way I don’t ask him how his day went when I get home from work and oh yes, I’m “exasperating” to live with. All calculated moves to put me on the defensive and change the subject.
What do I do?
Things were OK, for a while. He would be gone maybe one weekend a month, which was fine with me because I am an introvert and liked spending the occasional time alone. But he quickly discovered that he wasn’t into casual relationships and started seeing only one person. I considered this to be a real stretch of our original agreement because we never discussed getting romantically involved. But I knew he didn’t plan things to turn out this way so I didn’t fault him for it.
To make a long story short, their relationship continued to escalate over three years to the point where I no longer feel like we are even married anymore. I am always coming in second. For example, this year is the *third* year in a row I am spending both Thanksgiving and Christmas home alone, taking care of dogs, while Husband and Meta spend the holidays with Meta’s family. I wasn’t asked this, I was told.
This is my #1 most hated thing about our relationship — I am the dirty little secret. To all of Meta’s friends and family, Meta and Husband are a couple and I do not exist. I wouldn’t mind this too much if this was parallel poly, but Husband very much wants us to be kitchen table and eventually all move in together. That’s the crux of the problem, really…when the two of them are together, it’s parallel, but when Husband and I are together, it’s kitchen table. Meta is welcome to tag along whenever he wants on “our” weekends, but under no circumstances am I allowed to participate in “their” weekends. I keep telling my husband it’s the three of us or the two of you, there is no two of us anymore. But it’s been three years and nothing changes despite his assurances that he’s “working on it” (whatever that means).
I’ve read enough of these forums to realize that at least some of you would recommend ending our relationship. A big part of me desperately wants to because I feel like I’m nothing more than a paycheck and a dog sitter. I feel like background noise — my husband would notice if I wasn’t there, but at the same time pays no attention to me. But my husband was diagnosed with cancer and is undergoing chemo/radiation right now. It’s not life threatening at this point, but it’s serious enough to warrant surgery later this year. And I just can’t be the asshole who leaves his husband in the middle of cancer treatment.
So I’m trapped. And any time I tell my husband how I am feeling, he responds with either anger or a dismissive “not this shit again” attitude. When I speak to him, he doesn’t listen, he counterattacks. Even though I am very careful to frame it as “I feel…” instead of “you did…”, he has this attitude like I criticized him so now he gets to criticize me back. For example, he forgot about date night one week and instead of a simple “I’m sorry”, I got a lecture about how I was expecting him to be perfect and that was unreasonable and by the way I don’t ask him how his day went when I get home from work and oh yes, I’m “exasperating” to live with. All calculated moves to put me on the defensive and change the subject.
What do I do?